Brightflame

The Stormlands 

Anders Yronwood threw down the flag of House Grandison from the gates of Grandview, the force that the Stormlands marshaled wasn't here, but, they've given him and his army a way to attack North and East, the Rainwood he will conquer.

"Lord Yronwood." He looked down and saw Geris Drinkwater walk toward them, he smiled and waved, "We've received word that the fleet is nearing Massey's Hook, and Lord Uller reports that he's taken Felwood and Bronzegate." All of this was good news, he gave out a hearty laugh and began his descent from the battlements.

He gathered the men and made the decision to continue into the Rainwood, Lord Uller can deal with the rest of the Stormlands.

Sighing he took out a raven scroll, reading that the King and his army turned Lord Tarly's host to ashes a few days ago, it's old news but it is still good to read.

It means this old man might just see any Dornish sons avenged from the Rebellion, he lost his brother, Yorwyn in that fighting. He grinned, thinking to pay the enemies of Dorne back for all the pain they've suffered such as the rape and murder of Princess Elia and her two children.

"Lord Yronwood, thank you for putting me in the frontlines, it was some good experience." He didn't want to, this was his liege lord's son and heir that he risked but a Prince should fight, learn to command man and take a fortification.

"Just, don't tell your father, Trystane, it wouldn't do well for my son's if I lose my head risking the life of my future Prince." He told the young man who was his squire for this war, the boy grinned and walked with him around the castle they seized.

"I just, I want to be able to protect Myrcella, she has become very important to me in these several months." He hummed, thinking about the bastard daughter of the Queen.

He wasn't so enthusiastic about his Prince marrying a lioness, a bastard lioness at that. It won't be approved but so long as the whelps they bring into the world hold to their Dornish history, he will follow and be as loyal as his father was, and his father's father before him.

House Yronwood is the greatest House of Dorne, other than House Martell. He inherited a great legacy and his son, Cletus will also inherit it when he is gone.

"You should write to her, often, she'll love that and be content in knowing you are alive and well." Trystane nodded and the boy left back to the camp, he, on the other hand, decided to look for this castles rookery, he has a raven to send to his King.

The Reach 

The army of the Reach didn't budge, no new forces joined them neither, just the same amount of soldiers and horses.

He counted 19,000 men, compared his 15,000 he seems to be outnumbered here. Then again, I have Daegon, Vaeleris, and Wildfyre. They are worth ten-thousand men each. He thought and eyed the army of House Tyrell.

"Keep looking at it or your eyes will only be able to look one direction, King Daeron." He scoffed and turned his back to face Daario who approached him, "I have come to debrief on something important if you'll hear me." He nodded, the Sellsword smirked and crossed his arms, "Now, about my castle." Oh, that's what this is about.

"Which one would you like, there are literately thousands to choose from." He told Daario who eyed the giant behind them, he raised an eyebrow, "That belongs to a Lord Paramount of the Seven Kingdoms, I can't give you that one, well, unless they don't surrender." The sellsword frowned, turning away and making a clicking sound with his mouth.

"Well, let's hope they don't, I want a big castle, big enough to make many children." He laughed at Daario who walked away and back to his camp, he turned around and continued watching Highgarden from afar, sighing going into his thoughts.

He wondered what Dany or Viserys would have done differently, would they burn their way across Westeros to get there throne. Well, he knows Viserys would do just that, he wouldn't think twice about burning them all.

Dany, he took a deep breath to think about her. She would love it here, she always loved the warmth and hot sun, it was her nature. It's hard to imagine what she would do, how she would take what is theirs by the rights of every law out there.

When he used Daegon, Vaeleris, and Wildfyre, he felt powerful, like he could do anything and he lied, he felt good about what he did. Dany would like this, she doesn't condone the use of violence, though, against her enemies, it was her greatest fury.

"If I keep using them, I'll be on the Iron Throne before I know it... But at what cost to me, personally?" He questioned himself and he held his head high, thinking about fire and blood and the cries of men burning to death.

Away, within the encampment, Tyrion and Varys can be seen discussing the campaign so far, and on Daeron's decisions as a leader.

"Well, he's a step up from Joffrey and Aerys, that's for sure," Tyrion said and Varys was a little reluctant, taking the cup that Tyrion poured for them.

"He certainly is, a good man, a better ruler with the right guidance... " Tyrion felt a 'but' was coming and from a very stubborn Northerner, he's heard that everything but the word 'but' is horse shit. "The balance between greatness and madness is the fight we need to struggle with, King Aerys the Second was a bright man when he was young, just coming into his throne." And then the Defiance happened, he's heard the story about a hundred times from Pycelle when Daeron was mentioned in the Small Council meetings.

"You chose him, remember? We can temper his worst impulses, guide him in the right steps to avoid disastrous decisions." Tyrion said and for once, he actually believed the words he was saying.

He's been a cynic for so long. He didn't believe in Kings, Queens, Lords, his family or even the Gods, after Shae betrayed him he lost faith in it all. The Imp was ready to drink himself to an early grave before Varys forced him to sober up, they traveled to Myr and found the Golden Company.

He was ready to give up before he met Daeron, he didn't particularly like the Targaryen and the feeling was very mutual, for a time. He's grown to respect the boy's temperance and hidden wisdom, but he is also fond of Daeron's compassion.

"Well, he isn't burning father's and son's, that is as good a sign as it will ever be." Varys agreed and he was glad the eunuch saw things from his view, Daeron wasn't much when he first met the young King but now he sees actual greatness in the first King he's knowns since he was born.

King's Landing 

Margaery Tyrell thought about her life, about what she's done and what she will do in the future.

Abandoning her brother is one sin she will regret for the rest of her life, she swallowed down and got up from her chair and began making for the stables, taking extra care so that the guards do not see her, she gathered the guards her grandmother left to protect her and made a break for it.

She cried the entire way, when she mounted on one of the horses, when she and her party left the Red Keep and down the Street of Sisters, when they broke through and left out of the King's Gate. The bells rang and no one would find them because she had cut her hair, made herself look like one her handmaidens to escape.

She's going home before Cersei kills her, she'll no doubt kill them all since Kevan Lannister had been murdered.

"Forgive me, Loras, please forgive me... " She muttered as they rode away from the capital city of King's Landing.

Dawn came upon King's Landing when Cersei Lannister rose from her bed, angry that the new Queen had gone missing, or she ran off. Tommen is scared, he's refused to stop looking for her, no matter what I say. She thought bitterly but it didn't matter to her, the wench could be getting fucked in the ass like her brother and she wouldn't care, the Tyrells are going to be put in line when she is done with the Targaryen.

"Qyburn, tell the Pyromancer's to finish things, I want everything to be ready for when I give the signal," Cersei told her pet, Qyburn bowed and left the room and she stood there, watching the sun rise from the West this morning.

Jaime is due to return, she'll have to send him out to gather the Crownland and Westerland men, what is left of their armies, should be more than twenty-thousand soldiers, the amount her father brought to lift the attack on the capital by Stannis.

She was enjoying the quiet when her chamber doors opened, it was Qyburn. "Was it done, is the wildfire ready?"

"Yes, my Queen, though, it isn't why I am here. A few ravens, from the North and our new friend." She smiled and read them, each one bringing a smile on her face, including the last which was a response from an invitation.

Stannis was defeated, his head put on a spike for all to see. The Bastard was murdered as was requested, also good. Then was the acceptance of her invitation, the man has some obstacles to go through first.

"Also, your grace, there is more." More? She liked the thought of that, she got up and walked with Qyburn who led her to the dungeons, then through the catacombs beneath the Red Keep.

"What is this, a history lesson?" She asked the former Maester, he shook his head no and gestured for the mechanized weapon, like a ballista but wasn't made for knocking down walls.

It was made to bring down winged beasts.

Castle Black 

Davos was the first to find Jon the morning after the incident, he and some others took him to one of the small chambers, two Northmen, Jon Umber and a Flint were there and Melisandre as well. The witch was shocked when she saw Jon's body as if he was some important part of her visions.

The Lord Commander's wolf came in right after him, whimpering as it stood by its dead master.

Jon Snow was the leader he expected to get justice, and, he was killed hours after he had announced his intentions to march on Winterfell and defeat Roose Bolton and his newly legitimized Bastard son, Ramsay Bolton.

"Ser Davos, oh Gods." He turned and saw Shireen was standing there, shocked at the sight before her. He felt sorry, hasn't the child seen enough death? He thought and put a hand on the child's head.

"Where is your mother, Shireen? Where's the Queen." He asked Shireen who, after some reluctance answered his question.

"She's in her chambers." He nodded and turned to one of the men in the room, he gestured for the man to come over.

"You take her to her mother." He ordered and turned his eyes back to his charge, "Shireen, when you get to your mother, wake her and leave for the camp, it will be safe there." He said to her and the girl cried, she didn't want to leave but justice had to be done here, the ones who murdered Jon have to pay for breaking their vows.

It took some time, but they were able to fortify the Shieldhall because the moment Shireen and her mother left, the gates were closed and many of the Night's Watch began mobilizing and arming themselves.

It was a mutiny, the second if he remembers right.

"Ser Davos, it's me, Ser Alliser." He heard from outside the door, "You know as well as I do, the Lord Commander had betrayed his vows. I only did what was right as the First Ranger." He wanted to laugh, Ser Alliser was always resentful of Jon, for what reasons he doesn't know but it must have been something awful for hating someone who wants to protect the Realm from White Walkers.

SmallJon grunted, "You're a cunt, nothing more, we're going to kill you all for this." The others in the room agreed, a real cunt of a man and that's putting it lightly.

The standstill didn't last long, an hour later the Castle was attacked by the combination of Northmen, Baratheon, and Wildling men, the giant broke down the gates and they flooded the courtyard. Alliser and his cohorts, Bowen Marsh and First Builder Yarwyck were arrested when five Night's Watchmen fell, the rest threw down their blades.

He found Melisandre an hour after that affair, she was looking over Jon's body and whispering.

"What can you do, can you save him?" He asked Melisandre who shook her head, "You have to know something, dark magic or some sort of spell." She quieted, looking into his eyes with her red ones.

"I have seen a member of my faith do such a thing to one Beric Dondarrion, it should be impossible." She stated and he didn't believe that. 0

Using shadows to assassinate people should be impossible, seeing visions in the flames should be impossible, using blood from the King's family to curse the other usurpers should have been impossible.

Dragons and the dead should be impossible but it is possible, all of it.

"Try, it is all I ask." He said and she looked at him for a long moment before nodding and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Narrow Sea 

The Targaryen fleet was turning over the Gullet, nearing Dragonstone when the captain of the leading vessel saw the Lion of Casterly Rock on the sails of 80 ships.

The many ships of House Targaryen manned their stations and prepared for combat, Harry grumbled and put his sword on his hip and picked up a bow, taking some arrows and nocking one in.

He expected this, he expected a fight with the enemy fleet and he'll destroy them all.

"Have forty ships go to shore, deploy as many men and begin attacking the castles, hurry!" He told the captain who blew the horn, the captains of forty ships began moving to shore at Massey's Hook, "Divert three ships and head for Dragonstone." He added and it was done, he saw the Lannister fleet coming closer and he smirked.

80 ships against 157 strong vessels, he likes the odds right now and waited for them to come closer.

"Harry!" He turned and heard Rolly call out to him, "I see ships behind us, they have a Kraken on their sails!" Kraken? Greyjoys? He grumbled again and walked up to the top deck.

He saw they had several miles over them, enough to deal with the Lannister fleet.

Before the fleets clashed, trebuchet shots were fired from both fleets, the Targaryen fleet fired more shots and was decimating the Lannister ships. When they did clash, men jumped and began battling the Lannister soldiers who defended the Gullet.

Harry ducked from an ax and gutted a poor fool, the Golden Company and Dornish soldiers on the shore began attacking Stonedance.

Many ships were on fire and many more were sinking, the battle was victorious for his fleet than the Bastard King. 14 ships he lost, 38 for House Lannister before the others tried and did start to flee. He was sure he won but Harry Strickland felt the shattering boom from the ship beside his and turned to see the Greyjoy fleet.

There looks to be only a hundred or so, longships and a few war galleys. He snarled and picked up his bow and nocked for the newest battle to take place, this was going to be a long day.

On the Silence, Euron smirked and got up from his seat, eyeing the target a mile away from him.

The King of the Iron Islands aimed to take the seas, they were his the moment he won the Kingsmoot and cast out his niece and brother.

But, he saw a problem with that and that came in the form of dragons. He can't take the seas when those beasts are flying around, he came to kill him at Sunspear where he heard the Dragon King landed with his army, he wasn't there and he didn't see any use in fighting the Martell for a shit city.

So, he decided to go where he suspects the boy to be, at King's Landing, he was sailing past Tarth when he received a letter from a skiff sailing from the Wendwater. It was an invitation to come to see the Queen Mother of the Baratheon boy. He accepted the invitation and sent the man to shore with a personal letter.

He continued, continued sailing up until he caught sight of the Targaryen ships, he didn't see the dragons and that angered him somewhat but he would take advantage and destroy Daeron Targaryen's fleet when victory seems so close.

Eight hours of sea battle took place, the last of the Targaryen fleet was scattered, others sunk, and many men swam to the shores of Massey's Hook and to Driftmark and Dragonstone. He didn't bother going after them and sailed right along, aiming for King's Landing and to see the Red Keep and the Realm's Delight.

Harry and Rolly washed ashore of Massey's Hook, he saw the Greyjoy fleet continue onward. An hour later he saw more Greyjoy ships, too many.

"How many do we count?" He asked after taking some time to breathe, one of the other lieutenants sighed.

"Forty ships with us, three at Dragonstone. The men who swam ashore are still being counted but, I assume we'll have 7,000 men but no horses." He groaned and looked behind them, other than Stonedance there is Sharp Point.

"These castles must have horses, let's take them." He told them and they nodded before helping everyone they could out of the water.

Rolly Duckfield grimaced when he started seeing smoke, not from the battle, it was coming from the way the Greyjoy fleet were heading and he was confused.

Back at King's Landing, the Sept was burning, the smoke from the destruction spread very far. When Jaime Lannister and his army came over the hill, he saw it and could only think of what the Mad King was yelling out into nothing, 'burn them all!'.

Highgarden 

Daeron Targaryen was led by a group of men into the high chamber of House Tyrell's seat.

He didn't expect this, he didn't think that the Tyrell's would be the ones to parlay with him. He was nervous, entering the castle and even more so when he was riding through the camp.

Tyrion and Varys were worried, Barristan reminded them that the Reach, despite their ambition held to a strong sense of chivalry even when the Freys and Bolton's discarded it. He trusted in his advisor's worries, he had decided to take his Kingsguard and ten Unsullied with him to meet the Tyrell's.

Highgarden seemed so big from afar and yet, he didn't think too much of it upon getting a closer look, the trees and overgrowth made it seem larger and especially with its walls and the large encampment of soldiers protecting it and the people inside, he sighed and continued on walking the steps.

He was brought into one more room where he saw an elderly woman sitting down, she spotted him right away but didn't seem surprised by her presence.

"Gods, you do look like a real Targaryen, it's been a long time since I've seen the silver hair and eyes." She commented and he tilted his head, she's seen people like him. "Please, take a seat, we have much to discuss." She urged and he reluctantly stepped forward and pulled out a chair.

"I assume you are going to surrender to me?" He asked the elderly woman who scoffs at him, he hid his displeasure with a smile.

"Getting right to it, and no exchange of names?" She asked and smirked, "I'm Olenna Tyrell, wife of my son's father. Mace Tyrell isn't here and neither is the rest of my family." He was confused, why aren't the rest of House Tyrell present? He narrowed his eyes one Lady Olenna who mocked him by doing the same.

"There where are they?" He asked and the woman frowned before handing him a raven scroll, he unrolled it and was aghast with shock.

King's Landing. Lit aflame. Hundreds dead. Loras, Margaery, and Mace Tyrell killed in the implosion. He was more horrified that the King blamed him for the action.

"So, are you going to have me killed, Lady Olenna?" He asked and the three Tyrell guards, they had hands on their swords but Barristan had a hand on his as well. Olenna looked him in the eye and her lips thinned.

"... No, King Daeron, I will not kill you." She said and continued speaking, "Cersei is spinning a tale all over the place, that your people lit the capital ablaze." His army hasn't even begun the siege of King's Landing yet, so how can he be responsible for the destruction of the Sept.

"My Lady, my army hasn't even reached King's Landing yet, how is that even possible?" He asked and she sat back into her chair, looking at the table before looking back at him.

"It's hard to get news when marching and fighting... Your fleet, it found battle at the Gullet, the crack between Blackwater Bay and the Narrow Sea." He sat straight, surprised by the news, "From my own little birds, I heard your fleet found victory, it didn't last long before the Greyjoy fleet attacked." He frowned in anger and got to his feet.

He depended on his fleet blockading the Blackwater, deploying the Golden Company and Dornishmen to surround the city while he and the other hosts took over the Reach and Stormlands.

Then this Greyjoy threat, he was under the impression that the Greyjoys were defeated. Tyrion and Varys assured him of this, he closed his eyes to contemplate and Barristan offered him a sympathetic look as he turned back to Olenna.

"I didn't do that to the capital, I didn't kill your son and grandchildren." He said, defending himself in the case the blame is put on him for what happened. Olenna smiled and raised one hand at him, he took a deep breath and waited for her to blame him.

"I know who did this, it was Cersei, she's always been a hateful woman. She is jealous of anyone and doesn't share her power, she won't stop until everyone but her and her brother are dead." That made him feel a terrible feeling in his stomach.

The Queen Mother is so terrible, so horrible and selfish and... It reminds him of his brother, it reminds him of Viserys.

Viserys and Cersei, both are tyrants and he wasn't there to stop Viserys, he can stop Cersei Lannister and free the people of Westeros from the cruelty she forces upon them. He sighed heavily and looked at Olenna, waiting to hear him speak.

"I will remove her, support me and I will get justice for your son and grandchildren." He promised and Olenna nodded.

"Justice is not what I want, I want blood, I want fire for fire." She told him and he nodded in understanding, vengeance is something he knows well, he burned a portion of the higher palace within Volantis for vengeance.

He took four steps and put his hands on the table, looking at the Lady of Highgarden and nodded to her request. "Very well, vengeance for your loyalty. Fire and blood for Queen Cersei for fealty and a vow of allegiance."

Olenna smile and an agreement was made, House Tyrell enters the fold of his army in exchange for justice.

He has the Reach and the power of Westeros.

Three days later, Sansa Stark opened the wheelhouses window and her blue eyes widened upon seeing three great beasts flying over Highgarden and a camp of thousands.

Following behind them, a caravan of people and on her horse, Margaery Tyrell saw the same thing as the red-haired girl in the wheelhouse.

The dragon is really here.

Castle Black 

In the dark room, the fire in the hearth cracked and Jon's body lay bare and still and cold.

Melisandre did all she could but in the end, she could not do what Thoros had done to Beric. She apologized to Davos and left, Queen Selyse walking with her as she left.

Tormund nudged Davos, "We should burn him, don't want him coming back with blue eyes." Jon Umber agreed and left with the Wildling warrior to gather wood to build a pyre for the 998th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

In the end, Davos was the last to leave, he called for Ghost to come but the beast wished to remain with his master. He sighed and closed the door behind him, the echoing of footsteps fading with each tap of the boot.

Ghost closed his eyes to rest, moments later his red eyes opened and the Direwolf raised his head in surprise.

A moment passes before Jon woke, gasping for breath... He lives again.